The Fiddler and His Crazy Life!

Once upon a time, years and years ago, there was an amazing fiddler. His name was Fred. He loved his fiddle. He thought it needed a name, so he named it Kevin. He heard about a talent show. He thought he could enter the talent show with his fiddle. He chose to play the song, “Amazing Grace.” It was the song he had just learned. He loved the sound of the soft, quiet, joyful noise.

The night before the talent show, he practiced and practiced until his hands hurt. That night he couldn’t sleep because his hands hurt so bad. Would he even stand a chance in this talent show with such pain in his hands? Would he even get through the performance? Would he be able to think about anything else but the pain?

He went to the talent show, anyway. Soon, it would be his turn to play in the talent show. He was nervous at first. His hands were still a little sore. Would he survive the show? Would he have to stop and everyone would laugh? We shall see.

When he started playing, all the nerves went away. All his pain went away. All he could feel was his music. He was proud, and he thought he did great. In the end, he won first place. He got a trophy and a medal. He thought that it was so cool. He got sent to the finals…a bigger contest! In the finals, you win a trophy and $70,000,000 if you get first place!

The contest is in Germany, though. He decided to get packed up and give it a shot. After he got all of his stuff he needed, he called everybody he knew to let them know he would be out of the country for a while, and he would need their positive thoughts!

The day of the finals arrived… same nerves, same pain from over practicing, same anxiety! Again, once he started playing, the nerves, pain, and anxiety disappeared. All he felt was his music.

After much deliberation, he won the finals! He won a trophy and $70,000,000! He spent some money and went to Hawaii to visit his parents and grandparents. He loved it. He went to the Grand Canyon in Arizona to visit his sisters and brothers. He has five brothers and two sisters, and he loves them as much as they love him.

After he came home to his house, he was so tired he didn’t even unpack from the trips. He flopped onto his bed. He fell asleep. He slept the rest of the day and night.

The next day he decided to enter another show. He decided to play a song he had just learned called, “Ode to Joy.” He practiced and practiced AND PRACTICED … and he remembered he was rich and had about $70,000,000. Would it be so terrible if someone else won this time? Sometimes we have to share the wealth.

He had so much money he didn’t even know what to spend it on so he bought a mansion. He loved his mansion so much. Then he remembered that he signed up for a show. He practiced “Ode to Joy” in the mansion. Next week was the show. He over practiced until his hands hurt again! When will he learn? How would he play in so much pain? By now he should know better! Maybe it will help to catch up on sleep. So he went to take a nap. He slept for about two hours because he was so tired.

When he woke up, he had a lot of energy. So he went for a run. When he got home, he had supper. Musicians need nourishment! That night was the show, and he wore his best outfit. He looked handsome. He played “Ode to Joy.” Once he began playing, the nerves, pain, and anxiety went away. He got into the finals. The finals category performed that same night.

He played the beloved “Ode to Joy” again. He thought he was going to lose, because somebody else played “Amazing Grace,” the song he won with last year! He even admitted that it sounded great. If someone else won, he knew he had to accept it, because it’s important to spread the wealth and not be greedy!

And in the end, they both sounded so great that they tied for first place, and they had to split the money. He got half and the other person got half.

Then he said to himself, “You’re kind and you’re nice. You won last year. Let him have this.” So he donated his half of the money, and gave the other person the full amount. He was happy with what he did.

When he got home that night, he called his parents and said, “Hi. It’s me. I won the show again, but I tied with another person. So we had to split the money. But I won last year. I gave him ALL of the money because I won last year’s show, and I still have a lot of the money left over.”

His parents replied, “Great job, son. You’re still the kind person that you were when you were a little boy.”

Sometimes when you’re good at the arts, you have to spread the wealth!